Quotes About Compassion

You saved me because you could not bear the thought of leaving me behind." He touched my face, very gently. "Not from a sense of right and wrong, but because you are just that tenderhearted.

Don't make light of one of your better qualities. You love your people like a mother is supposed to love her children. You want what's best for them, even if that makes you uncomfortable, even if you don't like their choices.

You don't have to be nice to us, Blake." "I'm being nice to everyone else, Logan. You're just collateral kindness." "What?

How do you divide yourself between killing people and loving them? The best I had on that one was just to kill the bad guys, and love the good guys, and hope the two lists never crossed.

If this is not love, ma petite , then I know nothing of it. If this is not love, then no one since time began has ever loved. You ask yourself What is love? Am I in love? when what you should be asking, is What is not love? ma petite . What is it that this man does for you that is not done out of love?

You can't save everybody. In fact, there are days when I think you can't save anyone.

You really do want everyone around you to be happy, don't you?" "Yeah, doesn't everyone want that for their friends?" He smiled then, and shook his head. "No, Anita. No, they don't." "If you really care for people, you want them to be happy, Damian; otherwise you don't actually care for them." "You don't think like any other woman I've ever met.

Could you be ruthless and be fair, at the same time? Isn't to be ruthless, to be unfair?

There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

He'd also offered me a protein bar, which I would have turned down, but he gave me that look that people have been getting from their significant others since probably before written language.

What do you say while someone whispers horrors in your ear, tells you their most intimate, nightmarish secrets? You sit and you listen. And you give them the only thing you can—the silence and the safety to talk and to be heard.

There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

We don't have to forget what was done to us, but if we don't forgive it then they still own a piece of our soul. To win back our souls, to be whole, we have to find a way to forgive.

You don't need cheering up. You need a good shaking.

Come si può amare qualcuno e non desiderarne la felicità?»

don't let other people's eyes make you hate yourself.

She couldn't even fake being miserable for Andy's sake.

I said this with the exuberance of telling an infertile couple that they were having twins.

there is no friend like a sister / In calm or stormy weather; / To cheer one on the tedious way, / To fetch one if one goes astray, / To lift one if one totters down, / To strengthen whilst one stands.'" Bea was much struck by this. "How lovely

True friendship isn't abstaining from hurting one another, but forgiving each other when you do.

He would be the kind of friend he wished he had, and so perhaps become worthy of having such a friend himself.

and wondered how much power and how much wisdom it would take to do right by more than one person at a time. A

for though he never after went to the house, yet he never met Bridget in the village, but he would either nod or wink, or smile, or look kindly at her,—or (as circumstances directed), he would shake her by the hand,—or ask her lovingly how she did,—or would give her a ribban,—and now and then, though never but when it could be done with decorum, would give Bridget a—

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.